Healing the Wounds of War

Healing the Wounds of War
It came the day they went to town
Where the rebel men had held their ground,
He sold his son for a bag of maize
And prayed to God for him to be saved
Forced to march under orders, drug-fuelled minds running wild
Despite their age they look much older
Fight as a soldier, die as a child
Healing the wounds of war, so they will bleed no more
Came the day of his escape from rebellion, corruption, murder, rape
Forced to march under orders, rebel force running wild
In uniform they look much older, fight as a soldier, die as a child

Healing the wounds of war